GOD IS A PLACE
God is a place with no scope
- a room with no space, walls of no height, imaginary windows, illusionary
doors. It cannot be gleaned from out here or in there, nor in thought or dream.
It is a place where nothing exists - a place in name only: oblivion; death.
It always was, it is, and it
forever will be - yet, never were, is, and can never become. In this paradox
lives the illusion of scale and creation, growth from motion and emotion, to
choice and meaning - a place that is not God.
Perforce, you exist, and life is something rather than nothing -
perforce, you feel there are choices you make. But these are, of course, the
illusions. You can choose to believe, seek solace - distraction as well - in
the stories we tell, to avoid the truth, looming: you are a prisoner of
eternity until you return to the place that is God - a place which, of course,
you never left. It is a beautiful and horrifying thing.
A
POINTLESS POEM
A
moment, a vibration
In
the void
Accelerates
a straight line
Its
origin, its true nature
The
pointless point
Obfuscated
by the speed
Of
that universal expansion
Extended
ad infinitum
When
and where, upon a climax
Every
point along the line
And
the vibration within each
Breaking
into a higher realm
Birthed
a whirling disk
The
pattern repeating
At
the speed given
Infinite
lines, all pointless points
The
vibrating moment
Here
within this whirlwind
Where
a globe emerged
Currently,
an interruption
Momentary,
maybe
We
find ourselves
Not
quite fathoming
Still
waiting for the tipping point
When
became there
Where
becomes then
SOULSPOTTING
If your soul survives death
Either in a different life
Or in exactly the same
Say it flies off to eternal light
Or to everlasting fire
It begs the question
How many souls have been bestowed
And where are the souls-in-waiting?
Is the soul factory now closed
Or is the manufacturer still busy at it?
I bring news about the soul
Some good, some bad
The good news is that
The soul is eternal
It never dies
Your mind and consciousness
They're all yours, enjoy!
The bad news?
There is just one soul
Steen W. Rasmussen is a native of Denmark and lives
in New York City. His interest in writing, and writing in English specifically,
is rooted in many years of songwriting. His poetry has been published in various
journals and forums, including Lothlorien, Sparks of Calliope, Voices of
Poetry, and Woodside Writers.
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